The Old Chelsea Bun-House: A Tale of the Last CenturyManning, Anne
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The Old Chelsea Bun-House: A Tale of the Last Century
Manning, Anne
England -- Social life and customs -- 18th century -- Fiction
I immediately said, smiling, "Trust to me;" and in another Minute had
dropped his Arm and was walking off with _Lucy_, and in two or three
Minutes more had secured _Penelope_ too. As we walked on briskly, _Pen_
said, "Hadn't we better stop for _Gatty_?" but I said, "No, she's
close behind, and Mr. _Heavitree_ wants to have a little Talk with
her for the last Time." This quite satisfied the artless Girls, who
soon were busy chattering about the Loss of poor _Gatty_, and their
Fears lest she might not have a safe Journey. They pointed out to me
the North Star, and _Charles's_ Wain, and many other Stars or Planets
whose Names I forget, and told me I might always know a Star from a
Planet, because Stars twinkle and Planets do not. _Pen_ even added that
_Sirius_, the Dog-Star, is sixty Times brighter than the Sun, which
I'm free to think must have been a prodigious Blunder of hers. Who
can believe it? Except indeed, Children, who swallow Incredibilities
without any Trouble.
Arrived at the Gate, we were surprised at _Gatty's_ coming up to
us alone; yet I am certain I had had a Glimpse of two dark Figures
following us the Minute before. Directly we got in-Doors, all was
Bustle. Mrs. _Bowerbank_ was sure we must be perishing of Cold, and
insisted on our going to Bed directly; and promising to send each of
us a Basin of hot Gruel to eat in our Beds: Gruel well qualified with
Wine, Nutmeg, and Sugar--Caudle, in Fact!
It was no bad Thing to be thus coddled and comforted like Invalids
while we felt quite well; and we were soon undressing as fast
as we could. All but _Gatty_, who came up to me when I was about
half undressed, to fetch a few Things she wanted, and to tell me
she was going to sleep with her _Mother_. This was a Surprise and
Disappointment to me; I had reckoned on a good Gossip over our Gruel,
and on her telling me all about Mr. _Heavitree_ as soon as the Candle
was put out. However, it seemed that the Thing had been settled, even
before we started, in order that I might not be disturbed by her early
Departure the next Morning; and her Box had already been carried down,
and she said she wanted to spend her last Night with her _Mother_, so
there was no more to be said. I noticed, however, as she kissed me,
that her Eyelids were red with crying, but her Eyes beaming under them
very bright. I said, "Good Night, but not good-bye; for I am resolved
to see you off in the Morning." She said, "Oh, you must not think of
it. All will be Bustle, and there will be no real Pleasure in seeing
each other. I have quite got over my Trouble at going, now, and don't
care at all about it." So she kissed me cheerfully, and repeated,
"Good-Night and good-bye," and ran off. I was still resolved to get
up in Time to see the Last of her; but I suppose the Caudle, being so
strong, made me sleep heavier and later than usual; for though it was
yet Dark when I got up, I found on going down Stairs that _Gatty_ had
been gone a full Hour.
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